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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
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.