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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.