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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.