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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.