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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Nas,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.