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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.