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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
The Names,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.