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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.