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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Gong,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.