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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.