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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.