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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.