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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.