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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.