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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.