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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.