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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.