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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Can,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.