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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.