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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.