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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.