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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.