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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.