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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Index,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.