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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Can,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.