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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.