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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.