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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.