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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.