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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.