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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.