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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.