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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.