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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.