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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Can,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.