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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
ABBA,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.