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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.