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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.