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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.