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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.