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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.