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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.