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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.