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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.