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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.