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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.