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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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?
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.