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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.