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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.