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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.