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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.