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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.