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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Cure,
Deakin,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.