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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
AZ,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.