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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
10cc,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.