Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Faust,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.