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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.