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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.