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 Qatar 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.