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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.