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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.