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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Brick,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.