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 Mexico and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.