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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.