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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the funk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.