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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.