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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.