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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.