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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.