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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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?
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Visage,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.