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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie 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.