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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.