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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.