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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.