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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.