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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Technova,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.