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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Normal,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.