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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.