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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.