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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.