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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Slave,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.