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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.