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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.