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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.