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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.