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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Cure,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.