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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.