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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.