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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.