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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.