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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.