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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.