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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.