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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.