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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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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.