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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.