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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.