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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.