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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.