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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Television,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.