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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.