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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.