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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.