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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.