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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.