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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.