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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.