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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Television,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.