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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.