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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.