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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.