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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.