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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ossler to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Josef K,
Wire,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.