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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.