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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.