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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.