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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.