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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
X-102,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.