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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.