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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Swans 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
10cc,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
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.