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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.