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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.