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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.