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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.