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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Sound,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.