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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.