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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.