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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.