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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.