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 Malta and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.