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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.