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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.