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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.