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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.