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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Pole,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.