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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.