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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.