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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.