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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.