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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.