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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.