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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Technova,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.