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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.