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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.