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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Wire,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.