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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Can,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.