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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Slave,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.