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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.