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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.