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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.