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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.