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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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 Slits,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.