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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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?
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
CMW,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.