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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.