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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Cure,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.