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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.