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 Afghanistan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Wire,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.