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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.