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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.