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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.