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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.