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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.