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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.