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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Maleditus Sound 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.