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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.