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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Fear,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.