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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.