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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 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?
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.