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 Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Brick,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.