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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.