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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.