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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.