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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.