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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Deakin,
Index,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.