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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.