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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.