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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.