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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.