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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.