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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.