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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.