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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Index,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.