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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.