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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.