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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.