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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.