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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.