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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.