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 Laos 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.