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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.