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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.