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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.