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 Croatia and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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?
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.