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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.