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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.