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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.