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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.