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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.