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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.