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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.