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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Deakin,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.