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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stooges to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.