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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.