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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.