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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Nas,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.