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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.