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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.