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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.