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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.