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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.