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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.