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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.