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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.