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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Duran Duran 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.