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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.