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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Symarip,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.