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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.