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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.