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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.