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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.