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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.