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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.