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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Yazoo,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.