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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Parry Music,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.