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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.