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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.