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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.