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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.