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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Technova,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.