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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.