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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Organ,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.