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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.