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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.