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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.