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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.