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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.