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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
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.