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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.