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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.