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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.