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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Crime,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.