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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.