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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
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.