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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.