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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Index,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Human League,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.