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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.