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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Zapp,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.