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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Mars,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
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.