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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.