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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.