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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.