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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.