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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.