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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
CMW,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.