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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Visage,
JFA,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.