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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.