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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.