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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Organ,
Slave,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
UT,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.