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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.