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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
MC5,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.