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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.