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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Crime,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.