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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
JFA,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.