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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Swans,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.