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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.