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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.