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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.