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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.