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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Index,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.