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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Pole,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.