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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.