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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.