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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.