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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.