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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.