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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.