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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Audionom,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.