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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.