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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.