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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.