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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.