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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.