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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.