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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.