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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.