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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.