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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.