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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.