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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.