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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.