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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Brick,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.