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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Television,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.