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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.