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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
The Names,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.