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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.