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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.