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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Magma,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.