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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.