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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.