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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.