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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.