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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.