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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.