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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
the Swans,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.