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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.