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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.