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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.