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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.