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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.