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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.