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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Drexciya,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.