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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
The Victims,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.