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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Althea and Donna 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.