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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.