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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.