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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.