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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.