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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.