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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.