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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.