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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.