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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.