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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Technova,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.