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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.