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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Move to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.