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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.