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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.