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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Technova,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.