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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.