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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.