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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.