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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
the Association,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.