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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.