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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.