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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.