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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Saints,
JFA,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.