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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.