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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.