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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Nas,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.