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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
AZ,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.