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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.