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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.