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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
MC5,
Smog,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.