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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.