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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Index,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.