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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Fear,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.