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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Audionom,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.