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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.