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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Wings,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.