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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.