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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.