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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.