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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.