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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.