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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.