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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.