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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.