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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.