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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.