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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Technova,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.