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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.