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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Nas,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.