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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.