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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.