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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.