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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.