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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.