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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.