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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.