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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.