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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.