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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.