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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.