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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.