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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Can,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.