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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.