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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.