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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Gong,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.