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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.