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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.