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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.