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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.