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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.