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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Yaz,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.