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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.