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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Television,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.