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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.