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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.