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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.