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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.