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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.