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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.