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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.