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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Swans,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.