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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.