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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Wire,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.