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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Monks,
ABC,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.