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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.