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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.