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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.