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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Smog,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.