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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.