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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.