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 Samoa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.