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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.