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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 techno 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.