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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.