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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.