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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.