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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.