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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.