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 France and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Pole,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.