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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
ABC,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.