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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.