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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.