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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Brick,
Erasure,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.