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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
The Martian,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.