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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
the Association,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.