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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.