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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.