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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.