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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.