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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.