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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
The Index,
Slave,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
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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.