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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.