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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 snare and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
MC5,
JFA,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.