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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.