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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.