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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.