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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.