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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Wings,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
JFA,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.