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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.