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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.