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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.