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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.