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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.