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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.