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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Index,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Can,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.