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 Congo 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.