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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.