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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.