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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.