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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.