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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.