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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
MDC,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.