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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.