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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Move,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.