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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Qualms,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.