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 .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.