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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.