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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.