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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.