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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.