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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.