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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Index,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.