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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.