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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.