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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Lalann,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.