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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
The Wake,
X-101,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.