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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Japan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.