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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.