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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.