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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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?
Roxette,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Index,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.