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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
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Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.