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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.