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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.