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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
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.