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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
UT,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.