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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
UT,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.