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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.