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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 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?
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Pole,
The Litter,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.