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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.