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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.