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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.