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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Crime,
10cc,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.