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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.