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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.