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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.