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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.