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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.