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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
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.