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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 oboe and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.