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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
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.