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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.