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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.