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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.