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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.