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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.