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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Crime,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.