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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a snare 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?
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Index,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.