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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Swans,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
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Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.