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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.