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 China and from Lyon.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.