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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.