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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.