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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.