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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Scion,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.