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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.