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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.