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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Kinks,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.