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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.