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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.