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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.