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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.