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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.