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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.