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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.