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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Excepter,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.