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 Sudan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.