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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Q65,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.