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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.