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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.